บท 60: Chapter 60: You Ruined My Multi-Million Dollar Deal
Achoo!
The next morning, Richard woke up with a sneeze.
He opened his eyes to the bright morning light filtering through the yellow curtains.
Turning his head, he saw Ms. Bündchen close by, leaning on a pillow with her cheek in her hand, playfully twirling a strand of golden hair around his face. Her cheeks were flushed, and a lazy smile played on her lips. She was truly captivating.
"Awake?" Bündchen asked with a smile.
"How did you wake up so early?" Richard reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
"It's already nine o'clock. Usually, I would have done two hours of exercise by this time. It's all your fault, always going on and on." Bündchen playfully punched his chest.
Richard chuckled and stroked her cheek, saying, "Don't blame me. Watching movies takes up too much time. If we hadn't wasted those four hours, we wouldn't have had to work overtime."
Richard said confidently.
"Don't flatter yourself. The whole Bronx knows about you getting knocked down by Paul the other day. I went there two days ago, and Susan was still making fun of it. It was so embarrassing!" Bündchen complained, covering her face.
Richard's mouth twitched. "It's all Paul's fault, that jerk. He has a big mouth and tells everyone everything. When I get to the gym later, I'm going to teach him a lesson."
"I support that!" Bündchen kissed his cheek. "It's time to get up. If I lie down any longer, I'll be lazy to death." As she said this, she pulled up the blanket to cover her chest and got out of bed.
"Lazy to death? Is it that exaggerated?" Richard stared at her graceful figure, his eyes fixed.
"Of course it is. I used to be very diligent, but I became lazy after meeting you. Pervert, stop looking!" Bündchen glared at him, took off the blanket, and threw it on his face before turning and walking into the dressing room.
"Haha, we're old married couple, still shy!" Richard laughed and rolled out of bed, following her inside.
Bang! The door closed again.
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Beep beep!
It was past noon when Richard returned to the two-story red brick building on Jackson Street. Looking at this old building, he had planned to renovate it last year, but winter wasn't suitable for construction, and now he didn't want to renovate it anymore.
Old houses have their own charm and character. If it were replaced with a new house, it wouldn't fit in with the surrounding buildings and streets.
After some thought, he decided to work hard and earn a lot of money, a lot of money. When he had enough money, he would buy a mansion around Central Park.
It is said that the mansions at 432 Park Avenue are very nice, each costing at least 10 million, and the penthouses on 57th Street are also nice, each costing over 60 million. Richard looked at the numbers in his passbook, not even enough for a down payment, so he had to work hard.
"Richard, Andy came looking for you yesterday. He seemed to have something to say." Susan called out.
"Got it." Richard went upstairs, changed into his workout clothes, and came back down with his bag.
"Richard, be careful with Andy. That guy is not a good person." Susan reminded him again.
"Susan, I understand." Richard smiled, hugged her, and left with his backpack.
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"Hey, Richard, you're early!" Paul wiped the sweat off his face and grinned from the boxing ring.
"How's your training going?" Richard looked at Paul, then at Mayweather across from him. One was 196 cm tall, the other 173 cm, and they looked quite cute boxing together.
"Not so good. Paul is too tall, it's awkward to fight." Mayweather leaned on the ropes and shrugged.
"Wait a minute, I'll do a few sets of physical training and then come spar with you."
"Okay." Mayweather waved his fists.
"Wait, Richard, there's something I think you need to know." Paul shouted.
"What is it?"
"Andy came to me yesterday. Do you know what he wanted?" Paul grinned, his white teeth gleaming.
"Tell me, I'm not a gypsy, how could I guess what he wanted?" Richard said impatiently.
"Hey hey, remember last time he wanted us to sign a contract? He came again this time. He said I have great potential and could become a boxing champion in the future. Do you know how much signing bonus he offered me?" Paul asked proudly.
"How much?"
"Hehehe, this much!" Paul waved his hand.
"50,000?"
"Of course not, how could I only be worth 50,000?! Let me tell you, it's 500,000 dollars, 500,000 in 5 years. As long as I sign, I'll be rich, haha~" Paul laughed triumphantly.
"Not bad, did you sign?"
"Not yet, I'm waiting for you. How about it, am I not loyal enough?" Paul chuckled.
Richard nodded, then suddenly remembered something and looked at Mayweather. "Have you signed with a management company?"
"No, I'm going to wait until I win the championship. My uncle is handling my management affairs for now." Mayweather said.
"Is that so?" Richard was excited.
This guy is a money-making machine. The data says that in 2015, he and a boxer named Pacquiao had a peak showdown, and Mayweather won, taking away a whopping $260 million in prize money, setting a new record for the highest income in boxing.
In the future, he will also repeatedly appear on the "Forbes" Global Celebrity Income List, and in 2018, he even reached the top of the list.
Now that this little black guy hasn't risen yet, if he can be signed to the company, then hehe~
"Hey, Richard, what are you thinking? You wouldn't want to trick Mayweather into your company, would you?" Paul shouted.
Richard glanced at him with annoyance. This guy not only looks punchable, but his mouth is even more so. "What do you mean trick? My BAA agency has all the necessary licenses and operates legally. The facilities are being improved, and it has great potential in the future."
"Stop, stop, stop. Your lousy BAA is just your house. What facilities are being improved? Are you talking about interior decoration? Great potential in the future? Can you say something practical?
For example, do you have a training ground? Do you have agents? Do you have life assistants? Do you have physical therapists? Do you have professional masseuses? Do you have sparring partners? Do you have a promotion and publicity department?
No, you have none of these. Your company has nothing but a dilapidated building. Only a fool would join your company." Paul bumped his fists and chuckled.
Richard looked at him coldly. Do you know what you're doing, you jerk? You ruined my multi-million dollar deal. Today, I have to have a good talk with you using my fists.
"Hey hey, don't look at me like that. I'm easily shy." Paul covered his face with his gloves.
Richard's eyes twitched, and he looked at Mayweather again. "Don't listen to his nonsense. My BAA still has great potential."
Mayweather chuckled. "That guy named Andy also approached me and offered $500,000. My uncle didn't agree. If you want to sign me, you can't offer less than $500,000."
"Haha, Mayweather, you may not know this, but this guy is broke. He doesn't even have $100,000, let alone $500,000." Paul continued to add fuel to the fire.
Richard looked at him coldly. "Paul, didn't you say you wanted to have another match last time? How about today?"
"Let's do it then. Look at you, you must not have done anything good last night. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Paul waved his fists.
"Okay, see you in the ring!" Richard didn't bother with more words. He put on his gear and walked into the training area.
As usual, he trained for an hour on speed, an hour on strength, an hour and a half on boxing, and an hour on offense and defense. Sometimes, when he had more time, he would double the training volume.
Three hours later, Richard was shirtless, fiercely throwing punches at the punching bag. Bang, bang, bang! The punching bag was hit with clear, deep dents.
After practicing for a long time, a layer of sweat covered his body. His already strong muscles became even firmer and fuller, full of explosive power. His fists also became more powerful with each punch.
"Hey, Paul, does Richard look like his legs are weak?" Mayweather asked from the ring.
Paul frowned. "This guy, could it be that he didn't do anything bad last night?"
"Does that have a big impact? I don't feel any difference." Mayweather grinned.
"One doesn't have an impact, but what about two?" Paul asked with a smirk.
"Two?" Mayweather blinked. "I think he and his girlfriend are quite loving. How could there be two?"
"I'll tell you later." Seeing that Richard had finished practicing, Paul's eyes lit up. "Mayweather, you haven't sparred with Richard before. Why don't you two fight first?"
"I..."
"Are you afraid?" Paul sneered.
"Of course not. Then I'll practice with Richard first."
"Haha, good!" Paul laughed triumphantly. You guys fight first, and then I'll go up after you're done. I don't believe you'll still have that much explosive power.
Hehehe~ I'm so smart.
So touching!
(End of chapter)
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